A Fond Farewell

Dear Harley,

Buddy, you were never the easiest cat around. In fact, you were known far and wide as the cat who nips for fun. If you'd been given a Native American name, I think it might've been Growls At Everything. Or perhaps Hunts And Bloodies Dangling Limbs. But, you know what? I loved you for it. You really had a fighting spirit like no other.

I'll remember your tireless pursuit of the laser pointer beam. The times you'd carry your favorite toy around the house, yelling all the while. Hell, the fact that said beloved toy was a plush candy corn from a crane machine. I'll remember that Birkenstocks really are the best cat chew items, ever. Most importantly, I'll remember that you were one who saw me through the sturm und drang of my early adulthood. For that, I thank you.

We'll miss you, Harley. My family, my friends, even the other pets. The moles of the neighborhood may now be breathing a collective sigh of relief, but you'll be sorely missed by the rest of us, O Mighty Hunter.

Not bad for a kitten who was once abandoned on a highway. You done good, kiddo.

All my love, friend.

Jen